Enter The Colosseum (feat. Ms. PJ)
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Enter the Colosseum with three skilled MC's Spit bars up in the booth and get down in the streets Detroit fitted cock to the side, as well as I It's the Henny' and the Coke that's got a nigga feelin' fly Step out my front door, still bent from last night Swervin' behind the wheel and I ain't see that red light But f*ck it, if the beast pull me over I'm done Cause with a quarter tank of gas ain't no way I can run Born with a strike against me, the melanin in my skin Acquired a bunch more, switched my name to Sinn Multiple aliases get me out of a pinch Cause in Vegas you got a choice between a hole and a ditch So keep bumpin' your gums and think you're startin' somethin' I got a 2x4 with me like that nigga Jim Duggan You can think it's all rap or I'm just spittin' some words Get on my bad side, I'll have your ass tastin' the curb Motherfucker Achoo, I bless a track like it sneezed And never mind who can spit, I throw up a sixteen Difference between me and MC's, is I'm heat They're claiming they're hot, they're just a lot of humidity Lite showers, I'm hurricanes on the loose I'm callin' them all out like it's duck, duck, goose What if we all told the truth? That'd render three-fourths of these dudes speechless in the booth Shit, they better practice their jump shot I'm about to turn it up a notch, and burn these crabs like a sunspot I'm not the one, Doc, I'll make it rapper season Get to Elmer Fudd'n', when you runnin' better Duck and Dodge And leave your Siegfried missin' a Roy Swiss cheese your street cred' like Ricky from "Boyz In The Hood" Boy, don't make me have to Ja-Rule ya' Make your mama wish ya papa would've pulled out sooner It's a killin' game, we swing swords like samurai All I need is some heat and a van to ride Thug style, kick in your door like DEA Bricks in the wards, property of Miss PJ The hits we lay, bang harder than fifteen-inch dick Split the riff, it's a gift, y'all hit and miss, I twist the spliff While DJs mix the discs, some played on broadband Make critics swing from my pussy hairs like Tarzan Got competition barred and, hit below the knees like Tanya Harding Backwoods bare the fruits of the secret garden, Rep three-one-three low in the cut Don't let the miniskirt fool you, the piece in the trunk She look, sweet when she dump Releasing ammo like a loose cannon Let me loose in the basement, only God can predict what will happen Believe it or not, Tigger, they never felt a real bitch Cream of the crop, it figures That won't, blacken the knees to get to the top Closed legs get fed If not, what came first, the Chickenhead or the egg?
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Written by: Da'mon Spease, Devon Spease, Jessica Howard, Jessica Washington
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